The torch held by the Japanese infantry, which had completely entered death mode, fell downwards!
However, before it fell to the ground, it was quietly caught by a hand, and then stuffed into the already weak hand.
The marionette has no right to say no!
Then, heavy footsteps sounded.
Of course it would be heavy, because the footsteps were caused by the weight of two people, not the Japanese army-style cowhide boots studded with iron nails.
Mingxin is tall, but not tall. He is only about 1.7 meters tall, but he is still half a head taller than the Japanese soldier in front of him. Even if the Japanese soldier is wearing a helmet, he cannot completely block Mingxin behind him.
Therefore, he can only stand in the air!
The two feet are a full five or six centimeters from the ground, which is much more impressive than the zombies in Chinese legends who can only walk by jumping.
All of this is based on Mingxin's jaw-dropping strength. He actually pinched the Japanese soldier's cervical vertebrae with one hand, and his strong arm strength supported the corpse weighing hundreds of kilograms several centimeters in the air. Only in this way can he completely cover it.
Mingxin behind him.
Under such a line of sight, it doesn't need to be blocked for a long time, maybe just one second is enough.
The Japanese private who had previously dropped his cigarette to the ground because he failed to catch it had just found the cigarette by the light of the torch. When he looked up, he saw a veteran walking towards him one meter away.
However, in the dim firelight, not only his body looked extremely strange, but his face was also a bit strange.
He even saw a dark thing on the veteran's forehead, and a strange liquid was flowing down.
Did you hit your head there?
"Shenmu-kun..." The Japanese private instinctively wanted to remind the veteran.
Then, he saw the veteran rushing toward him.
What did he want to do? There was no time to think about the reason. Out of respect for the veterans, the private's first thought was to open his arms.
It's not to meet good friends, but because as a new recruit, he can't let his seniors fall down like this! The Japanese army's strict hierarchy allowed the new recruits to make the most correct choice.
A strong stench mixed with the smell of blood rushed into his nose!
Then, he died.
At that moment of extreme horror, the military spike suddenly pulled out from the head of the Japanese infantryman's corpse pierced his mouth as fast as lightning, ready to shout loudly.
The cold spurs knocked out his front teeth, smashed his uvula before it could tremble and make a sound, and then passed through the gums, penetrated the brain, and passed through the back of the head.
His body suddenly went limp, and a pair of hands supported him and the cold corpse in his arms. He very considerately placed the two Japanese soldiers who were dead and not yet dead in the dark corner of the wall, and asked them to continue.
They hugged each other intimately, then pulled out the military spurs, wiped them clean on the yellow uniforms of Japanese soldiers, and left.
The smell of blood is too strong and may stimulate the olfactory cells of the next attacker.
Although this is only Ming Xin's first assassination attempt, it is obvious that the little Taoist priest with strong psychological quality is better than most people in the world.
Not only is he ruthless in his attacks, he is also extremely calm!
The brainwashing education of the Taoist temples that have protected China for thousands of years is really outstanding. Such a strong soldier may never appear again.
"Green Gourd Sword Fairy"
The soldiers of the Si Xing Regiment should be very lucky to have met such a comrade, but the Japanese are probably that kind of unfortunate unlucky children.
But this is completely self-inflicted. If you want to be a robber, you must be aware that you will be killed at any time!
The Japanese private whose brain nerves are not completely dead is like a fish whose gills have been penetrated by a willow leaf and is not completely dead. His body is twisting violently and trying to flutter, but the senior in his arms is holding him down like a shipwreck. He only has two pieces of clothing left.
The feet in the cowhide boots were twitching, making some muffled "puff" sounds with the ground.
Obviously, this little noise was not enough to attract the attention of the two Japanese soldiers in the house who were a little disturbed by the rotten smell emanating from the incense candles and broken wooden boxes.
Of course, the cries of Chinese civilians and the ferocious roars of the Japanese troops not far away had already covered up this minor abnormal noise.
In the courtyard, the two Japanese soldiers who heard the movement in the room looked at each other, and with the joy of catching prey, they approached the door of the house.
"Chinese pigs, come out quickly!" the Japanese superior soldier kicked open the door and shouted loudly.
He had already heard the breathing from inside the door. It was nervous but not rough. It must be a Chinese woman. His rich life experience had even allowed him to identify the gender of the Chinese person in the room.
He can completely understand the Chinese woman's nervousness, and perhaps she will resist.
Of course, in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers, this prey will still cry and howl, but become humble and helpless the moment the shining bayonet approaches, and then leave like driving away pigs and sheep.
These are the humble Chinese people. They are afraid of death and are destined to usher in more deaths.
The Japanese superior soldier, who has always been at the top of the biological chain in the Chinese city, did not even lift his rifle. Instead, he carried the rifle behind his back, holding a torch and preparing to enter the house to catch his prey.
However, even rabbits will bite people when they are anxious.
What's more, this rabbit has been grinding its fangs for half a month just for this moment.
The moment the torch was inserted, the 16-year-old girl jumped out of the darkness like an agile deer, her speed was jaw-dropping.
Perhaps, not only is it fast, but what is even more terrifying is its determination.
He kept holding the kitchen knife tightly in his hand and stabbed forward with all his strength, leaving no room for anything.
This sword used at least 70% of the girl's strength.
Under such a nervous and fearful mood, the girl can still unleash most of her strength without being stiff and slow. She is already much stronger than 90% of the people in this world, whether they are men or women.
Even many recruits who first entered the battlefield were not as good as her.
Da Ya, who had lost everything, had no reservations. Ever since her father died and she was deceived by a hero she imagined, she told herself that this thief was rotten to the core, and she wanted to go to the thief above to tell him.
Living is no longer needed. She hopes to die, taking a Japanese soldier with her!
So, God seemed to have heard this Chinese girl’s wish this time and made her wish come true!
Driven by a force of at least forty pounds, the sharply sharpened knife tip effortlessly broke through the Japanese military uniform, broke through the fragile subcutaneous fat, cut off the large intestine, and opened the internal organs until the broad kitchen knife blade was cut along the ribs.
It got stuck, and then it stopped moving forward.
The Japanese superior soldier was stunned. He was stunned when he saw the kitchen knife that had penetrated nearly halfway into his lower abdomen!
The pain is not particularly painful. In the extreme panic, the rapidly secreted adrenaline acts as an analgesic.
He only felt cold!
It’s not the coldness carried by the blade itself that goes deep into your belly!
Rather, it is the bone-deep cold that is about to usher in death!
The extremely rich battlefield experience reminded him crazily that his intestines were broken, his liver was cut, he was finished, he was dead!
After staring blankly at the blade for nearly ten seconds, the Japanese superior soldier took his eyes away from the half-cut kitchen knife that was about to take his life and looked at the attacker.
It was a Chinese man with gray hair and a gray face. His short hair made it difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman, but he could still feel that he was a woman.
No less than ten Chinese people died under his gun or sword, but the Japanese superior soldier never thought that one day he would die under the sword of a Chinese woman. This is really a shame.
Daya, who had tried her best to stab the kid, was also stunned. She didn't expect that she actually hit the little devil with one stab.
Really, it's too simple.
It turns out that killing Japanese is so easy!
Extreme shock and great joy intertwined to form a huge impact, causing Da Ya to forget the next step, stir the handle of the knife, and use the width of the blade to smash all the internal organs of the Japanese soldier.
Then, feeling cold and ashamed, the Japanese superior soldier let out a shocking roar: "Baga..."
It's really not a good habit to always say a traditional line at any time. The Chinese can still say "shit", but the Japanese use those two words over and over again.
Da Ya, who was awakened, instinctively twisted the knife handle, completing the 'tactical' action she had repeated hundreds of times in her mind.
The human belly, which has no other protection except the fat layer, is defenseless against the sharp blade.
The sharply secreted adrenaline was finally unable to stop the pain nerves from sending signals to the brain crazily. The severe pain almost drained all the strength of the Japanese superior soldier.
With desperate eyes, the Japanese superior soldier knelt on the ground with a plop, spitting out blood. The feeling of powerlessness receding like a tide told him that he should be unable to stand up on his own strength.
Perhaps, in a few minutes, he will fall into the cold abyss of death!
The "death-seeking" private behind him was also in disbelief. When he saw the senior private kneeling down like this, he realized that his senior had been stabbed like a pig by a despicable Chinese.
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The stab should have been in the vital part, otherwise I wouldn’t have kneeled at the feet of the Chinese attacker in such humiliation!
"Baga! He's dead, he's dead." The frightened private roared angrily as he picked up the rifle in his hand and pointed the muzzle at Da Ya, who was now fearless.
Da Ya has already pulled out the kitchen knife and plans to use it to kill a Japanese soldier. Throw it out and exchange the knife for a gun. It's a good deal!
It can only be said that Da Ya's fighting consciousness at this time is actually catching up with those veterans. Regardless of whether he can achieve the goal of "one knife for one gun", his momentum is definitely worthy of the Japanese second-class soldiers.
At least at that moment, the look on the face of the "seeking death" private was frightened. This was a situation he rarely encountered. The person holding the knife actually held the gun.
This also caused his body to stiffen slightly, and his hand to pull the trigger was 0.5 seconds too late!
What's even more terrible is that when the footsteps of "Dongdong" sounded behind him, he also made a mistake that all recruits like to make.
The heavy footsteps startled the Japanese second-class soldier and turned his head abruptly.
The reason why he made a mistake is because he did not evade as quickly as possible to find a safe position and then distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
If it had been the senior Japanese soldier who had already knelt down, he would not have looked back as stupidly as he did.
It is a pity that the Japanese veteran has been beaten to his knees by a Chinese woman with a hatchet. He will not even have this chance. From this point of view, his battlefield performance is not even as good as that of a private.
Therefore, the Japanese private who made the mistake almost stopped breathing, and an oncoming fist completely occupied all his sight.
What a fast fist, what a hard fist!
"Looking for death" The private's last thoughts stopped here.
Mingxin, who rushed over from five meters away, didn't make any fancy moves, just a very simple straight punch. The raised joint was like a sledgehammer, and it hit the Japanese second-class soldier in the face, causing a heartbreaking roar.
Not to mention the sound of the bones breaking, his front teeth were even knocked out several meters away.
Some things really don’t need to be big, the truth is that they are hard enough!
It's big and hard, so it really depends on your luck. I guess Tang Tuanzuo's pair of iron fists can fall into this category.
With just one punch, the Japanese second-class soldier was completely beaten to the point of losing his combat effectiveness.
No one can perform any fancy tricks at the moment when his nose bone is broken, his front teeth are knocked out, tears, blood and saliva are splashed, and at the same time, his head seems to be filled with tens of thousands of bees.
The brain responsible for commanding the whole body has wisdom that is difficult for humans to understand. If it feels cold, it will immediately mobilize blood to gather on the body surface to increase the temperature of the human skin. If it still fails, it will immediately withdraw blood to the internal organs to ensure the temperature of the organs. This is also a sign of hypothermia.
Why does the body heat up later?
If you are hit hard by a hammer-like fist like this, your brain will react immediately and enter a coma state, using deep sleep to repair the trauma.
Unfortunately, the Japanese private's nightmare was not over even though he staggered backwards and almost fell into a coma. He had just hit the wall and before he had time to escape, an iron knee hit his crotch.
The painful howl was blocked by a slender white hand. One hand covered his mouth and the other held the back of his head. The Japanese soldier's head dropped softly. With the last mistake, he was completely annihilated.
took away all his vitality.
No matter how smart the brain is, it can only accept the fact that it is going to die at this time and command the neuronal cells of the human body to return to silence.
And all this happened in less than two seconds. In front of the stunned Daya, a Japanese soldier holding a gun was killed with his bare hands, without any resistance.
Like a little chicken.
"You're fine!" Mingxin glanced at the Japanese soldier who was kneeling on the ground in a prostrate posture and still vomiting blood and bubbles. He raised his foot and stamped it suddenly, just like trampling a small insect to death, killing the Japanese soldier.
His neck bones were smashed into comminuted fractures, and he grinned slightly: "Okay, he's dead! Don't keep pointing your knife at me!"
Under the weak light, Da Ya, who was in a darker room, could basically see Ming Xin's appearance, and she looked handsome and delicate.
But she would never associate her beauty with the murderous god in front of her. There was only one question in her mind:
I'm afraid this man is not a butcher!
This is Da Ya’s second impression of Ming Xin.
The ferocity of the killing techniques is not important. What is important is the attitude of the Japanese invader who was killing the Japanese invaders. He was merciless even to a Japanese soldier who was struggling to his death. He was just like trampling to death a small insect.
"I avenged my father!" Da Ya's body softened and she sat on the ground.
Ming Xin frowned slightly, why is this guy so effeminate? At first it seemed that he was brave and could recruit good soldiers for the regiment, but now it seems that he is overthinking.
"Drag these two Japs into the house and hide them, and then hide in the house next door. If no Chinese comes to shout that everything is safe, don't come out. I'll go and move the two Japs in at the entrance of the courtyard first." Ming Xin said.
I was ready to leave immediately, but looking at the sobbing compatriots in front of me, my heart still didn't completely cool down.
If another group of Japs discovers the body, the guy who is still here will not survive, but he cannot stay here forever. He just killed a group of four people, and he needs to kill at least several groups.
"No, can I follow you to kill the Japanese?" Da Ya raised her head with a serious look on her face.
She didn't know who this man was, but he was Chinese and very strong. He killed Japanese soldiers like mowing grass, and that was enough.
"I'm on a combat mission. You're still too weak to help me now. Before that, you still have to hide. When our army captures Li City at dawn, you come to me." Under the night, Mingxin frowned.
Wrinkling slightly, he opened his mouth to tell a bunch of lies.
Originally, monks did not lie, but Tang Tuanzuo said it right, this is an extraordinary period, everything is for victory!
The Four Elements Group does not need weaklings!
"Hey, don't leave! It's dawn, how should I find you?" Da Ya couldn't help but become anxious when she saw Ming Xin who was about to turn around and leave. She chased him a few steps and shouted softly.
"My name is Shen Laoliu!" Ming Xin threw out a name without even thinking about it.
Still exercising towards the west city, Shen Laoliu, who was sweating profusely from running, quietly asked Lu Zhongda, who was also sweating profusely: "Lao Lu, why do I feel a gust of wind?"
Lu Zhongda: "It means you haven't killed enough ghosts, and the ghosts are all thinking about you!"
"Bah, I almost believed it!" Shen Laoliu tightened his clothes tightly. "Ma De, this place in Licheng is evil!"
When a girl with short hair looked for Shen Laoliu everywhere after dawn, Shen Laoliu, who looked confused, realized that he was absolutely right.
Everything he had never done was blamed on him. If Heizi and Lu Zhongda hadn't proved it, he wouldn't have been able to explain it clearly.
